Shattering Tang San, Storyteller Shi Hao's Upper Realm Battle!

"Who goes there?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo shouted, wanting to intervene, but it was already too late.

That pitch-black needle, drenched in potent poison, had already crossed the distance of thirty paces and struck directly toward Su Chen's throat!

The Spirit Masters in the great hall were all struck with terror.

No one had expected that after Sea God Island was crushed yesterday, someone would dare to attempt a public assassination at Listening Rain Pavilion today!

Furthermore, the aura emanating from that poisoned needle was enough to make even a Title Douluo feel a palpitation of the heart.

In the back row, Yu Xiaogang and Flender stared fixedly at the needle.

It's a hit!

At such close range, unless a defensive formation was triggered, that Su Chen, who possessed no spirit power, absolutely could not dodge it!

In the corner, Gu Yuena's violet eyes narrowed slightly.

Di Tian was just about to release his spirit power to help block the hidden weapon.

"Don't move."

Gu Yuena uttered these two words with extreme calm.

"Keep watching."

Just as everyone believed that Su Chen was about to be splattered with blood five steps away by this strike.

On the high platform, Su Chen did not even dodge.

He did not even summon the Unique Cave Heaven behind his head.

He merely raised his right hand with extreme casualness.

His index and middle fingers pinched the air right in front of his throat with effortless ease.

Ding.

A crisp metallic collision rang out; that pitch-black needle, which moved so fast that even a Title Douluo could not track its trajectory, and which was coated in peerless poison, was held firmly between Su Chen's two fingers.

The tip of the needle was less than half an inch from Su Chen's throat.

Yet, it could not advance even a fraction further!

The entire hall fell into an instant of silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring at the incredible scene on the high platform.

Two fingers?

He caught a sneak attack that even a Title Douluo couldn't react to?

And without any fluctuation of a formation; this was purely the speed and strength of his physical body!

How is this possible!

In the crowd, the face beneath Tang San's bamboo hat instantly drained of all color.

His body trembled violently, his eyes filled with terror!

His pride and joy, the hidden weapons that were his trump card for killing those of higher ranks, were like a joke in front of that young man in white, caught between two fingers???

On the high platform, Su Chen tossed the black needle onto the table.

He didn't even spare it a glance.

Then, Su Chen's gaze cut through the hall and landed on the hat-wearing Tang San in the corner.

"Using such low-class scrap metal to ambush me."

Su Chen picked up the Gavel again, toying with it in his hand.

"Tang San."

"Do you take me for one of those pieces of trash you've backstabbed before?"

"Tang San."

As these two words were spoken, everyone in the hall followed Su Chen's gaze.

In the corner, the hat-wearing Tang San stiffened.

Seeing the ambush fail and his identity completely exposed, Flender reacted with lightning speed.

He grabbed Tang San and Yu Xiaogang by the shoulders, his owl wings unfurling from his back as he erupted with all his spirit power, intending to smash through the roof and escape.

"Trying to leave?"

Su Chen sat in his grand armchair, not even intending to stand up.

He simply raised his right hand and pressed down with extreme casualness.

BOOM!

An incredibly terrifying force of Bloodline Power descended from thin air like a massive mountain.

Flender, who had barely managed to fly half a meter off the ground, was slammed back down along with Tang San and Yu Xiaogang by this overwhelming pressure.

The hard bluestone floor tiles instantly shattered, spiderwebbing with deep cracks.

Tang San's bamboo hat rolled to the side, revealing a face twisted by extreme terror.

"Su Chen! You insulted my father and destroyed my sect!"

"I am acting on behalf of the heavens by killing you!"

Lying prone on the ground and realizing he could not escape, Tang San gritted his teeth and shouted.

He attempted to seize the moral high ground, hoping to incite the emotions of the other Spirit Masters in the hall.

Hearing this, Dai Tianfeng in the front row let out a cold sneer.

"Acting on behalf of the heavens?"

"You use such low-handed hidden weapons coated in peerless toxins to launch a sneak attack from behind, and you dare call that acting on behalf of the heavens?"

Bibi Dong also looked at Tang San on the ground with a face full of disdain.

This brat's methods were even more vicious and sinister than those of their Martial Soul Hall, yet he had the audacity to spout such nonsense here.

On the high platform, Su Chen picked up the pitch-black poison needle and tossed it casually in front of Tang San.

Cling.

As the needle hit the stone slab, its incredibly potent toxicity instantly corroded the tile, creating a black hole that emitted plumes of foul-smelling white smoke.

Seeing such toxicity, many Spirit Masters in the hall retreated repeatedly, terrified of coming into contact with even a trace of it.

If that needle had struck an ordinary person just now, they likely would have dissolved into a puddle of blood instantly.

"Acting on behalf of the heavens?"

Su Chen looked down at Tang San, his tone indifferent.

"Your father, Tang Hao, was inferior in skill and was auctioned off by me in public; that was his own doing."

"Instead of cultivating uprightly to seek revenge, you hid in a dark corner to fire cold arrows."

"Is this the so-called code of your Tang Sect?"

Exposed in public by Su Chen, Tang San's face turned from green to white, and he gritted his teeth, unable to utter a word.

Yu Xiaogang, off to the side, grew anxious.

Lying on the ground, he desperately raised his head and shouted:

"Mr. Su! Little San was only acting out of a desperate desire to save his father; he was momentarily confused!"

"Since you are a reclusive expert who has mastered the inheritance of the Great Dao, why bother lowering yourself to the level of a child!"

With this statement, Yu Xiaogang was clearly attempting to use the status of a senior expert to morally coerce Su Chen.

The crowd in the hall also looked toward the high platform.

They wanted to see if this Mr. Su, who possessed heaven-reaching methods, would care about his reputation and let the boy go.

However, Su Chen simply smiled.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were watching a clown.

"Momentarily confused?"

"A child?"

Su Chen slowly stood up from his grand armchair.

"Su is a Storyteller, not a Living Bodhisattva who saves all living beings."

"Since you have harbored the intent to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed yourself."

Having said that, Su Chen wasted no more words.

He simply raised his foot and stomped lightly into the air in Tang San's direction.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone fracturing suddenly echoed through the hall.

"Ah!!!"

Tang San let out a shrill, miserable scream, rolling on the ground in agony.

His right arm, the one he had just used to launch the hidden weapon, was now completely twisted and deformed.

The bones within had been crushed into powder by Su Chen's stomp from afar.

His meridians were severed; the arm was completely ruined.

Not only that, but the lingering force of that stomp surged directly into Tang San's dantian.

It forcibly shattered more than half of the Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy he had worked so hard to cultivate.

"Little San!"

Yu Xiaogang and Flender's eyes were split with rage; they wanted to step forward to investigate, but were pinned down by that golden aura, unable to move a single inch.

The Spirit Masters in the main hall all felt their hearts tremble.

What a ruthless method!

Without the slightest hesitation or concern, he crippled him just by saying so!

In the corner, Gu Yuena watched Su Chen on the high platform, a glimmer of brilliance flashing through her purple eyes.

Decisive in slaughter, lacking the hypocrisy and mercy common among humans.

This was the true demeanor a superior should possess.

If Su Chen had truly spared Tang San because of those two pleas for mercy, she would have looked down on this Mr. Su instead.

Su Chen sat back down in his chair.

He looked at Tang San, who was twitching in pain on the floor, his head drenched in cold sweat.

"I leave your life not because I am soft-hearted."

"But so you can watch with your own eyes, as your prideful hidden weapons and that so-called Tang Sect mastery..."

"Are revealed to be nothing but laughable and pathetic before the perfect world I describe."

Having said this, Su Chen waved his hand with extreme disdain.

"Throw them out; don't dirty the floors of the Listening Rain Pavilion."

Two young servants in green robes immediately walked in from outside the door.

They dragged and hauled, tossing Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and Flender out onto the long street as if they were nothing more than trash.

With this interlude resolved, the main hall returned to silence.

Everyone sat honestly in their seats, even breathing much more softly.

They were terrified of provoking this ill-tempered god of slaughter.

Su Chen picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Then, he picked up the Gavel.

Clap!

"Just now, we spoke of how Shi Hao shattered the phantom and stepped into the Upper Realm."

Su Chen's tone instantly returned to its previous indifference, as if crippling Tang San just now had truly been nothing more than swatting a fly.

"But after crossing the boundary wall, he did not land in a safe place."

"Because that ancient path was, in itself, a death trap laid by the giants of the Upper Realm."

"He fell into a forbidden zone known as the Blood-Colored Plain."

Su Chen waved his Folding Fan, and the images in mid-air shifted once more.

A desolate land, a dark red plain, appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Blood-colored mist drifts here year-round, and it is filled with all manner of bloodthirsty ancient beasts."

"Shi Hao had just landed, not yet having time to adapt to the incredibly heavy laws of heaven and earth in the Upper Realm."

"A Silver Centipede, its body the size of a mountain, burst from the earth and lunged straight at him."

Su Chen's voice gradually lowered.

"That was a venomous insect that had ignited its Divine Fire."

"Its carapace was incomparably hard, and the venom it spat could corrode holes even in the void."

"Facing a sneak attack from such a god-level ferocious beast."

Su Chen glanced toward the door, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

"Shi Hao did not use some poisoned metal trinket to launch a sneak attack."

"He simply clenched his fists and charged straight toward that god-level centipede."

"He intended to use the pure power of his physical body to fight the first battle of his life as the Desolate Heaven Emperor here in the Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm!"

The listeners in the hall felt their heartbeats accelerate once more upon hearing this.

Meeting a god-level beast the moment he ascended?

The survival environment of this Upper Realm was far too cruel.

As for Di Tian and Gu Yuena, who were sitting in the corner, they stared fixedly at the Bone Script faintly emerging on Shi Hao's body in the image.

They wanted to see exactly what kind of terrifying power this system of Bone Script, which transcended the rules of Douluo, possessed in actual combat.

Facing the centipede's overwhelming venomous attack, Shi Hao did not retreat.

His right leg stomped hard against the ground, and his entire body shot into the sky like a cannonball.

The pure force of his physical body left a crater over ten meters in diameter beneath his feet.

Facing the sky full of venom, a faint golden luster emerged on the surface of Shi Hao's body.

The venom landed on his body, yet it could not corrode even a fraction of his skin and flesh, all of it blocked outside by that layer of golden light.

In the corner, Gu Yuena stared fixedly at Shi Hao's movements in the projection.

Through the celestial screen, she saw with extreme clarity that deep within Shi Hao's bones, tiny golden runes were flickering.

Those runes seemed to possess life, pulsing in rhythm with Shi Hao's breathing.

"Did you see it?"

Gu Yuena lowered her voice, speaking in a tone only Di Tian could hear.

"The power within his body does not borrow a single bit from the heavens and the earth."

"Those runes are carved into his bones and blood; he himself is the source of power."

Di Tian nodded, his golden eyes filled with fanaticism.

On the Douluo Continent, Spirit Masters need to hunt spirit beasts to obtain spirit rings, and spirit beasts need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to accumulate power slowly.

Once the laws are cut off by the God Realm, or they encounter the suppression of a heavenly tribulation, the life and death of all living beings are left to the mercy of the Heavenly Dao.

But this Bone Script system that Shi Hao displayed.

It is a true state of self-perfection.

It requires no bestowal from the God Realm, nor does it need charity from the Heavenly Dao.

Even if Shi Hao were thrown into a wasteland devoid of spiritual energy, he could still unleash terrifying combat power relying solely on his physical body.

On the high platform.

Su Chen tapped his Folding Fan lightly.

Bang!

In the projection, Shi Hao's fist slammed fiercely into the indestructible carapace of the Silver Centipede.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of shattering.

That silver carapace, capable of withstanding a strike from a god, was punched through, leaving a massive hole.

The centipede let out a painful hiss, its massive body rolling violently across the Blood-Colored Plain, kicking up clouds of dust.

Shi Hao did not let up.

He leaped directly onto the centipede's back, his hands gripping the carapace on both sides of the wound.

His arms exerted force suddenly.

Accompanied by a dull sound of tearing flesh.

This poisonous insect from the Upper Realm, which had ignited its Divine Fire, was actually torn in two by Shi Hao with his bare hands!

Blood, resembling silver mercury, rained down from the sky, dyeing Shi Hao into a blood-soaked man.

Seeing this scene, the Spirit Masters in the hall were all wide-eyed.

Dai Tianfeng clenched his fists, feeling the blood in his entire body accelerating.

This was true aesthetic violence.

There were no flashy spirit skill exchanges, nor any Avatar of the Martial Soul.

It was the purest crushing of power, tearing a god apart alive!

"Satisfying!"

A general of the Star Luo Empire could not help but shout out loud.

Emperor Xue Ye swallowed a mouthful of saliva; he looked at the black hole on the ground corroded by the poisonous needle, then looked at Shi Hao in the projection tearing the fierce beast apart.

Comparing the two, he suddenly felt that Tang San's methods of relying on poison and sneak attacks were like those of a rat that could not see the light of day.

On the high platform, Su Chen picked up the teacup on the table.

"Having killed a poisonous insect of the Divine Fire Realm, there is not a hint of relaxation on Shi Hao's face."

Su Chen took a sip of tea and continued his narration.

"The danger of the Blood-Colored Plain does not come solely from these bloodthirsty fierce beasts."

"The greater danger comes from the native cultivators of the Upper Realm."

Su Chen waved the Folding Fan in his hand, and the perspective in the projection suddenly pulled upward.

Seeing this, the many people of Douluo within the Listening Rain Pavilion also looked over one after another.

Whether they were spirit beasts or Spirit Masters, at this moment, they dared not even breathe loudly.